Fighting was rare, and when we did. He left. Me being the child who grew up with everyone stealing there toys I always demanded him back.
David said he was done with me, everything that I had built. I took all of my many prescriptions and sent him my goodbye letter. he begged me to get my mother. or he would call her and the police. I stumbled down the stairs and told my mother what I had done. she saved my life that night.. spent all night making me puke and making me drink pepto bismo to coat my stomach so the pills wouldn't affect me.
There was once though when I was done with him. I made some new friends up the street and they were all very older. Drinking became a way to unleash the pain. I no longer cared about my life, only about how many bottles I could drink.
David needed me, and found comfort in bringing me to stairways in school to kiss me and do as he pleased. The one day I was sober and he took me there he cried for me.
When I seen his eyes and the pain I had put him through I snapped out of it. I couldn't bare to be without him.
we got back together.
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The story of us
Short StoryI started this story to try and bring me closure, me and my long term boyfriend continuously break up and get back together. I'll love him till the end of time.
